Chapter Four
Kiera's POV
I banged on the door of the room until my hands hurt, I have been locked in this room since we arrived and no one had attended to me, my throat ached from crying and screaming so much, this can't be happening to me, I wished someone to just pinch me and tell me it was all a dream. He said my father owes him, what kind of debt could it possibly be? My father had said nothing when he showed up earlier in the church.
I slowly sat on the huge bed in the room and buried my face in my palms, My parents could not have sold me out to pay off their debt right? why will they do that? I am their daughter
My mind flashed to the smile on my mother's face when Don Luca had asked me to sign the certificate and my stomach trembled, no, I can't believe that my parents would do such to me, I have to speak with them.
My heart hurts and tears filled my eyes, what was supposed to be the most happiest day of my life has turned out to be the most horrible day for me, instead of marrying the love of my life, I had ended up marrying the devil himself and most of all, I was sitting in this damned room worrying about Marco I needed to know how he was doing, I need to find a way out of this place.
I stared at the large room that was supposed to be my room except I won't be staying here for long because I planned on escaping from this damn place, the bed was big and wide and thick drape hung over the windows, the wardrobe was huge and filled with clothes, female clothes which I assumed were mine since he gave me the room with the clothes in it. I used to think that the room I have in my parents house was big but it was nothing compared to this one. The room spoke of money but instead of me to be happy about such luxury, I was irked instead, it was all because he felt that he had money that was why he bought me like I was a product that one can just go to the supermarket to purchase.
My eyes landed on the telephone in the room, my phone had been left with Bernice and before I entered the church for my wedding and everything had happened so fast that I didn't retrieve it from her until now, I quickly punched my mother's number on the telephone and to my surprise, it was working, relief flooded through my body as I listened to it ring on the other end and after the fifth ring, she picked up
"Mother..." I called
"I figured that you'll be the one calling" her voice sounded angry and my brow furrowed
"Mother, what's going on, how could you and father allow that man ruin my wedding and worst of it, marry me"
"It will be good for you if you start listening to that man because he is now your husband, for the sake of your well being start doing as he says"
"But mother, how could you be so cold?"
"I am done talking to you and do not even think about calling this line again" she snapped and before I could even reply, the dial tone rang in my ears. She hung up on me, I staggered away from the phone and blinked severally as tears filled my eyes, how could my mother act so cruel towards me, although, I can't say we had a good mother and daughter relationship, we have never been close but this is just too much to swallow, I felt the panic rise at the back of my throat, does that mean that I'm stuck here? No way
Marco, yes! I will call him and we can plan to meet up and probably run away, I rushed towards the phone and dialed his number and listened to it ring
"Pick up, pick up, pick up" I chanted in my head when it seems like he wasn't going to pick and suddenly, a voice
came on but it wasn't the voice I was expecting.